Even her adversaries knew that Margaret Thatcher meant what she said
Within hours of Margaret Thatcher’s death, some concerned voices on the
Left expressed hope that their comrades would have the self-possession to remain
reasonably dignified in reacting to the news, bearing in mind that this was not
just the passing of an obviously towering political figure, but also of a frail
87-year-old lady. You’d think such an appeal to decency would be unnecessary,
but that is to be unfamiliar with the more unhinged elements of the British
Left, which, in the former prime minister’s declining years, have boasted of
the parties they would throw when the day finally came. As I write, the
ugliness is already evident: the hard-left Member of Parliament George Galloway
has taken to Twitter with the message “Tramp the dirt down,” and the Durham
Miners Association has declared Thatcher’s death “a great day” for coal miners.
Not far from where I sit, the long-running stage musical of the film Billy
Elliott—set during the 1984 miners’ strike—features a song celebrating the
future death of the hated lady. I wonder what will happen when it gets
performed tonight. Will it be left out of the show from a sense of decorum, if
nothing else? Or will it be sung with even greater gusto? Perhaps the latter,
given the cultural and artistic establishment’s abiding hatred for a woman
whose greatness often seemed better appreciated outside Britain.
That Margaret Thatcher inspired loathing as well as adoration—that she was
what the media habitually call “a divisive figure”—is beyond doubt. But the
nature of that loathing is revealing. Its intensity derives not just from
opposition to her policies, or even to the fact that she trounced her opponents
in three straight elections. It stems from bitterness among the formerly
entrenched Left about something more fundamental: a realization that it has
lost the argument.
Some of the criticisms of Thatcher by the great and good of the cultural
elite went beyond pure political antipathy. They were marked by naked,
unashamed snobbery and sexism. They hated her not just for what she believed,
but also for what she was, a grammar-school-educated meritocrat from
lower-middle-class origins. This is partly a characteristic of British society.
Whereas few, if any, Americans knew what Ronald Reagan’s father did for a
living, everybody in Britain knew Thatcher was a grocer’s daughter.